C Em In Oranmore in the County Galway, Am Dm F One pleasant evening in the month of May; C Em I spied a damsel, she was young and handsome, Am F G C Her beauty fairly took my breath away. [Chorus] She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds, No paint no powder, no none at all; She wore a bonnet with ribbons on it, And 'round her shoulder was a Galway shawl.  We kept on walking, she kept on talking, Till her father's cottage came into view; She said: Come in, sir, and meet my father, And play to please The Foggy Dew.  She sat me down beside the fire, I could see her father, he was six feet tall; And soon her mother had the kettle singing, All I could think of was the Galway shawl.  I played The Blackbird and The Stack Of Barley, Rodney's Glory, and The Foggy Dew; She sang each note like an Irish linnet, And the tears they flowed in her eyes of blue.  'Twas early, early, all in the morning, I hit the road for old Donegal; She said: Goodbye, sir, she cried and kissed me, And my heart remained with the Galway shawl.